Upon a throne of gilded lies,
Pride sits, with fire in its eyes.
A whispered voice, a velvet snare,
It lifts you high, then leaves you bare.
A mirror polished, sharp and clear,
Reflects the face we long to cheer.
But deeper still, behind the glass,
A shadow stirs where truths won’t pass.
It builds a tower to the sky,
Where humble hearts dare not apply.
With every stone of self-conceit,
The soul forgets it’s incomplete.
For Pride, a thief both sly and cold,
Takes love and leaves a heartless hold.
It blinds the wise, corrupts the kind,
And leaves the broken lost, confined.
Yet when the tower starts to fall,
And echoes shake its lofty wall,
The humbled heart, through dust and pain,
May rise to find itself again.
For Pride may claim a fleeting throne,
But grace is found in hearts unknown.
To bend, to bow, to see, to share—
In lowering self, we rise through care.
A virus-like vice infects us all,
Tis the sin that made Lucifer fall.
like a canker hidden from sight,
It destroys the soul like a blight.
When in others this sin we detect,
Our hearts assume a loathing aspect.
For few they are that ever suspect,
that this very vice their heart infect.
The deeper the loathing on your part,
the greater the pride within your heart.
This utmost evil and viral vice,
from the soul, extracts a hefty price.
Pride leads to sins of every kind.
It is the true Godless state of mind.
The proud is never pleased with the best,
He must always be above the rest.
A proud person pursues power,
As an addict, for drugs scour.
The one who stands out in a crowd,
Is made an enemy by the proud.
God is the enemy of the proud,
For He with all power is endowed.
The proud to no one will ever bow,
To his vain self, he has made this vow.
So, beware lest pride sneak up on you,
and pervades everything you do.
Because once pride takes root in your heart,
Only God can make it depart.
Portals of perception …
they used to get taught
to seekers and dreamers
and children unwrought
Depravity and greed
force fed to the young
with lies and betrayal
—their futures forgone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Jealousy in senior citizens
Is an ugly thing
It’s childish, it’s petty,
It has a negative ring
For elderly women, make no mistake
In certain surroundings
There’s quite an outbreak
And don’t they look silly
With their petulant smiles
As they pose and they preen
Like noxious reptiles!
The venom they spew, why, it’s unladylike
Overheard was this gentleman:
“Girl, take a hike!”
We don’t want you around,
Say the popular guys
But they simply can’t help it
They draw them like flies
So here is a warning, a word to the wise
If old ladies don’t watch it
They may recognize
That they haven’t a clue
How to compete for the prize.
Let them be jealous, let them talk trash
They only look foolish
But they’re due for a crash
‘Cause nobody likes them
We think they’re absurd
Their ugliest nature
Is more than inferred
Drop the act, ladies, give it a rest
The men are all saying
You’re the worst kind of pest
Caught between
fear and despondency
it came as two trains
passing in the night
with him on the center rail
too frozen to choose
too barren to cry
too orphaned to commit
hearing the screams
from the dying polarity
tearing him from the center
of his emptiness
daring him to move
while forcing him to stay
the 8th deadly sin beset…
D-E-S-P-A-I-R-I-N-G
with the sound of the fury
the pressure and the heat
sucking out the last vestige
of the man he had been
before all hope gave in to fear
(Septa’s R5: March, 2022)
My Deadly Sin
Apathy lets evil win.
Gossip is among the Ten.
Cruelty is simply barbarous.
Three of Seven mentions avarice.
Hell burns hot for hypocrites.
Stygian fates await the bigots.
And may there be little respite,
For the tyrant nor the despot.
These are sins that I abhor,
But, alas, there is one more.
Among them all, it's even worse;
It's penning lists of bad to verse.
envy germinates
in deep soil of discontent
and is quenched by acid rain
nourished by malice
its emerald suckers spread
and sap resentment's rich source
it may lie dormant
or fester in toxic thoughts
till re-kindled by desire
envy chokes the soul
ever left dissatisfied
it shall end its days alone
26.10.18
'deadly sins choka contest' : sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Angry people hurt
Living heart-felt tragedies
Sometimes reliving them too
Over and over
Anger is really sadness
No one is truly angry
Written: 10-16-2018 Contest: One of the 7 Deadliest Sins: Anger
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Lust: To be enamoured with rust.
The way that the seasons stand
Upon the shoulders of those
That came before.
In the end always toppling into winter,
As anything found in death
Must to death return.
For those of you
Who believe voodoo
Is real enough
To earn your trust
Then be prepared
To be filled with air
As I blow smoke unto
The mirrors of truth
The Sins of Death
Provide you with meth
As halucinations occur
When you try and protect
This endless cure
For control of the lure
And mans skewed laws
Produce the sins of deaths claw
You cant make love
You cant break trust
You cant enduce
You cant produce
Forget reproduce
Death will ensue
Your pointless truth
Mans governing root
You cant be proud
Envious will cloud
Gluttony will shroud
Mans lust will frown
My anger within
Will end all in sin
Sloth of the world
Will meet greed with grin
The last deadly sin
Rhymes only with him
As the nails drew within
Hung up declaring win
Man does equal pride
For he creates laws with stride
Forget others fate
Our own sin can wait
As we hang his with glee
The eighth will shine free
And eluminate deaths soul
As its written in scroll
"The 8th goes like this
Is ends with your bliss
Smile as you kill him
For "MAN" is the last sin"